The
Women Who Knew Christ
1. The Mother of Joseph the
Carpenter – Primary Room – Michelle Blake
2. The Mother of the Girl, Mary –
Relief Society Room – Crystal Lesueur
Song: Silent Night - 204
3. The Wife of the Shepherd –
Young Womens Room – Michelle Ryan
Song: The First Noel - 213
4. The Wife of the Innkeeper –
Overflow – Shannon Brown
5. Mary, The Mother of Jesus –
Cultural Hall - Amanda Meldau
Song: Oh Come All Ye Faithful -
202
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Silent Night
1.
Silent night! Holy night!
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and Child.
Holy Infant, so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace;
Sleep in heavenly peace.
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and Child.
Holy Infant, so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace;
Sleep in heavenly peace.
2.
Silent night! Holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight!
Glories stream from heaven afar;
Heav'nly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Savior, is born!
Christ, the Savior, is born!
Shepherds quake at the sight!
Glories stream from heaven afar;
Heav'nly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Savior, is born!
Christ, the Savior, is born!
3.
Silent night! Holy night!
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth;
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth;
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
The First
Noel
1.
The first Noel the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay,
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay,
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
[Chorus]
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel!
Born is the King of Israel!
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel!
Born is the King of Israel!
2. They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far,
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Shining in the East beyond them far,
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful
1.
Oh, come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant!
Oh, come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him,
Born the King of angels;
Joyful and triumphant!
Oh, come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him,
Born the King of angels;
[Chorus]
Oh, come, let us adore him;
Oh, come, let us adore him;
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Christ, the Lord.
Oh, come, let us adore him;
Oh, come, let us adore him;
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Christ, the Lord.
2.
Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation;
Sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above!
Glory to God,
Glory in the highest;
Sing in exultation;
Sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above!
Glory to God,
Glory in the highest;
3.
Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
Born this happy morning;
Jesus, to thee be all glory giv'n.
Son of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing;
Born this happy morning;
Jesus, to thee be all glory giv'n.
Son of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing;
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Here are the actual parts that were read by the women:
THE MOTHER OF
JOSEPH, the carpenter:
Joseph is my son. He
is a quiet man, strong and steady, with eyes kind and gentle. When he enters
our home in the evenings, the room becomes a place of peace and
contentment. And while he is not given
to laughter, this serious, soft-spoken son of mine, he has a slow, sweet smile
that transforms his face and warms the hearts of those around him. He is a good man, my Joseph, with a deep and
abiding faith in God and the strength to keep His laws.
And so it was, when he thought the law had been broken, his
eyes spoke of the pain his lips could not, and shadows filled his home where
had been only love and light. You see, Joseph had finished his carpenter
apprenticeship and was about to take a wife.
He had chosen for his own, the girl Mary, fine gentle and pure. And the love they bore for one another made
our world a better place to be.
And so both families agreeing, the betrothal ceremony took
place. It was as binding as marriage,
indeed, by law if the bridegroom should happen to die, the betrothed girl is
considered a widow. If she is
unfaithful, she is labeled an adulteress.
And once betrothed, the only way the contract can be broken is through
divorce. I tell you this that you may
know the custom here in Galilee, and that you might better begin to understand
what was in our hearts in the days that followed. We were nearly ready, Joseph
and I, and Mary and her family. The
marriage was to have taken place a year after the betrothal and our time had
been spent in carefully, lovingly furnishing the small home that was to be
their own, and in preparing for the solemn reception in that home. I was so proud -- proud of my strong son, and
proud of the lovely woman he had chosen to share his life. And then, suddenly,
amazingly, heartbreakingly -- Mary was with child. It was not to be believed. Not Mary.
And yet it was so. I had only to
look into the face of my Joseph to know that the moral agony I saw had nothing
to do with rumor or doubt. To divorce or
send away the woman he loved; according to Jewish law these were the only two
alternatives. She could be sent away to
have her child and not return to Nazareth -- hurt, humiliated. Love of the law, love of one's
wife-to-be. Joseph was torn with pain
and I suffered with him.
And then, like a miracle, the shadows were gone. We say little of what happened that night,
for it is a private thing and not to be subjected to the doubts and jeers of a
mocking world. What was said in that
moment when a messenger of the Lord spoke with my son, is for him alone to
know. But the purpose was plain - this
woman most dear, was infinitely worthy to become even dearer. Mary of Nazareth, most blessed among women,
was to become the mother of the Messiah.
With strength and dignity, filled with faith, and the desire to give his
Mary as much protection and devotion as possible, Joseph married her
immediately, and my heart swelled with pride.
a
You see, of all the souls in heaven, the Lord God had His
choice of the man to be the earthly father of his only begotten son. With great care and deliberation would he
have chosen a man to do the millions of gentle, thoughtful things a father does
for a beloved son. It was Joseph, who
would cradle the babe in his strong, clean, work roughened hands. Joseph who would walk with him in and through
the hills and streets and into the synagogues for evening prayers and smile at
him across the table.
If I, like the Lord, could not be the earthly guardian of my
ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, and had to choose such a companion to take my place, I would
choose the best, the very best. I would
choose from among the kind of men I had known and respected before the
foundations of this world were laid, men like Abraham, Isaac, Jacob. And yet my
son, Joseph, the carpenter, was chosen to be the earthly father of Jesus, the
Christ -- Savior of the World. Joseph,
my son.
THE MOTHER OF THE
GIRL, MARY:
I am the mother of Mary.
And yes, you are right, there is not a great deal said of me, but that
is as it should be. My place in the events
of those days is inconspicuous, unheralded, yet it is not without its moments
of attending glory. For you see, it is
my grandson that is called Redeemer, Savior, Jesus the Christ.
It was my daughter -- young, sweet, pure, and ever obedient
to whom Gabriel appeared, my daughter to whom he said, "Hail, thou that
are highly favored; the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women."
But was it possible that the angel's words to her had
reference to this supreme expectation and hope of the nation? She had little time to turn these things in
her mind, for the angel continued.
"Fear not Mary, for thou hast found favor with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb,
and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus. He shall be great, and shall be called the
Son of the Highest; and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his
father David; and he shall reign over the house of Jacob forever; and of his
kingdom, there shall be no end."
Even yet she comprehended but in part the importance of this
momentous visitation. Not in the spirit
of doubt but through an earnest desire for information, she asked, "How
shall this be, seeing I know not a man?" This answer to her natural and
simple inquiry was the announcement of a miracle through the operation of
higher law. Mary was informed she would conceive and in time bring forth a Son,
of whom no mortal man would be the father.
And the angel answered and said unto her. "The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee,
and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee; therefore also that holy
thing that shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God."
With gentle submissiveness and humble acceptance the pure
young virgin replied, "Behold the handmaiden of the Lord; be it unto me
according to thy word."
His message delivered, Gabriel departed, leaving the chosen
Virgin of Nazareth to ponder over her wondrous experience. My daughter's promised son was to be
"The Only Begotten" of the Father in the flesh. The child Jesus was to inherit the physical,
mental and spiritual traits, tendencies, and powers that characterized his
parents: one, immortal and glorified -- God; the other human – woman ... my
daughter Mary.
This child, whom I had conceived and reared, for whom I had
wiped tears and mended broken dolls, who had prayed at my knee and worked at my
side, was to be the mother of God. I
knew her better than any other person on the face of the earth, and I say to
you, she was fit for her calling -- pure, stainless, infinitely good. She had the strength and courage to humbly
accept not only the birth, but the crucifixion and death of her perfect son,
Jesus of Nazareth. I watched him grow,
both in body and spirit, and long before I was called to leave this earth, I
knew that the child Jesus, was, indeed, the Christ. He was my grandson. He is my Lord. I know it.
I glory in it. I testify of
it. And so be it forever.
THE WIFE OF THE
SHEPHERD:
My husband is a shepherd.
And at times, in the spring of the year, when the nights are cool, and
the stars hang low in the heavens, we go into the fields together and watch
over the flocks.
There are those who say we are poor, that of the many who
come and go in this ancient land, we are the lowliest, and the most
humble. Humble? Perhaps.
Indeed, it is what we desire. But
poor? Oh my friend, if only I could give
you the eyes to see, the heart to feel the vastness and incredible beauty of
the ageless Judean hills, the deep peace and contentment we've found in this
land of unspoiled solitude, the quiet, almost unspeakable joy we feel in the
companionship we share, one with another, and with Almighty God. Hardly poor - in fact, infinitely richer than
the madman Herod who sits decaying with disease and corruption in his marble
palace beyond the hills.
They say of Herod that within his great palace are vast
treasures of gold and precious gems. And
yet, I, the wife of a lowly shepherd would not part with one instant of the
miracle that unfolded before us in the fields one night, not so very long
ago. No, not for a hundred times the
wealth of the man who dares call himself our king.
They tell of that night in a great book -- the one you call
Bible. It tells in words lovely and true
of that night when worlds stood still, and witnessed the birth of Jesus, the
Christ.
And I was there! It was I, I who stood with my heart, my
soul, soaring, shivering, singing, while the glory, of the Lord shone around
about. The Glory of the Lord -- there
are no words to describe it. It was like
-- like the very first dawning on all creation, and every dawn thereafter
glowing and melting into one -- shimmering, shining, throbbing, awesome and
frightening. We WERE so afraid. But then came the voice -- clear, piercing
sweet, beautiful beyond description.
"Unto you is born this day, in the city of David a Savior, which is
Christ the Lord."
And suddenly, there was with the angel, a multitude of the
heavenly host praising God, and saying, "Glory to God in the Highest, and
on Earth peace, good will toward men."
They sang until I was sure my heart would shatter and the
tears ran unchecked down my cheeks and dropped upon my clasped and trembling
hands.
To you, who have read my story, and considered it a tale for
fools and children, I can say only this -- from this eternity to the next,
never ending to never ending -- I SAW WHAT I SAW. And I tell you the truth, as pure and bright
as the noonday sun.
For the humble, it is easy to believe, as we believed what
we heard that night. And because we
believed, we went and did see the child, lying in a manger. We saw, that night, a sight multitudes of
people -- past, present and future -- kings, and commoners, princes and
potentates would give their lives to see, the infant son of the Lord God
Almighty.
Poor? Ours was a
divine gift, a sacred treasure, to be kept deep within the heart, pondered
upon, cherished. And then to be told, in
great reverence and in the quiet of night, to children, and they to theirs,
generation to generation. Forever.
WIFE OF THE KEEPER
OF AN INN:
For generations, my husband's family have been keepers of an
inn here in Bethlehem. And now,
together, we do the same. Ours is a
small inn, humble and unpretentious, nevertheless as clean as we can make
it. We take pride in our simple but
carefully prepared meals, our scrubbed floors, and well-aired bedding. Sometimes there are flowers growing from our
window pots and we take pleasure in our small business.
It is not a large town, this Bethlehem of Judea, and most of
those calling it home are simple farmers and shepherds. And yet, it is a beloved and revered village, endeared
to Jewish hearts as the birthplace of David and that of the prospective
Messiah.
Each morning, for many years, I have swept clean the packed
earth in front of our door, and have looked into the faces of those passing
through our small village. I have seen
many things there -- anger, despair, pride, acceptance, peace, selfishness,
exhaustion. The faces I forgot, but the
things I saw there stay with me, reminding me of how fortunate I am to be at
peace -- content with my life and those things the Lord has seen fit to bestow
upon me.
And then came the time of the tax rolls, the proclamation of
Caesar Augustus that here shall be a taxing and registration of the house of
David. It was the second of three such
registrations to be held at intervals of about twenty years. Sleepy Bethlehem was not itself. Its quiet streets were choked with dust and
filled with the voice of tired, hurrying people. The outer inn was filled to the rafters, and
to escape for a moment, the noise, the heat and the hurry, I fled to my dooryard.
As was my custom, I stood for a moment, gazing down the
street, studying the faces. There was a
donkey, and leading it, a strong young man, obviously fatigued and yet
different somehow. There was pride in
the face -- and dignity. He was a poor
man, and yet I have seen, passing my door, great men of the world, with much
less a look of nobility. And then I saw the face of the young woman riding,
exhausted and great with child on the back of the donkey. If the man leading the animal had about him
the air of royalty, this surely was a queen.
Her face was drawn with fatigue and her simple robes powdered with dust.
And yet no trace of discontent, no shadow of complaint, no faint inclination to
murmur could I see.
Slowly they came closer and stopped before me. Quietly the young man asked for lodging and
my heart fell. Perhaps it was because I
knew so well how it is to be tired and heavy with child, but perhaps I sensed
something from the young couple that drew from me a desire to comfort and
serve. I don't know, but I did know that
within that crowded, noisy inn there was no room, no single corner fit for the
birth of a child -any child - but especially this child. My mind raced. My own room?
Impossible. It was crowded
already with my own children and members of my family who had come to pay the
same tax. The sheds behind? No again, they were small and dark, overrun
with mice, dirty with disuse. But there
was a stable -- the shelter we kept for our animals in the hills behind the
inn. There would be clean sweet straw,
open areas to admit freshness and light, but most of all, peace and privacy.
And so it was to a humble stable I led them -- these two
extraordinary young people. And having
done for them what I could, I left them to rest and returned to the inn. Evening
came, following it, the night -- that night.
The night foretold for centuries, hoped for, prayed for, whispered of
around campfires and in synagogues, during wars, under oppression, on death
beds. For on that night, made glorious
by a burning and brilliant star and the voices of the hosts of heaven itself,
was born in my stable, the Son of God, the Redeemer of all mankind, the Savior
of the world -- Jesus the Christ.
I saw him, lying still and small, in a common manager. I stood by while humble shepherds filled with
the power and perception of the Holy Spirit bore witness that it was, indeed,
the Messiah. I stood in the shadows,
gazed at the radiance of his person, the indescribable look of joy and peace
and love that transfigured the face of his mother and that of Joseph, the man
chosen to care for him. I was, and I
bear solemn testimony -- irrefutable, unshakable, even till death, that I saw
born to Mary the virgin, the son of the highest, the only begotten of the Eternal
Father -- Jesus, the Christ.
A man never lived of whom more has been said and sung, none
to whom is devoted a greater proportion of the world's literature. He is extolled by Christian, Muslim and Jew,
by skeptic and infidel, by the world's greatest poets, philosophers, statesmen,
scientists and historians.
I saw born that night, in the city of David, the one who
was, and is, and always will be for eternity, the son of the Living God, the
Redeemer and Savior of the human race, the Eternal Judge of the souls of men,
the chosen and appointed of the Eternal -- in short, the Christ. It is my solemn witness.
THE MOTHER OF THE
CHILD JESUS:
Yes, I am Mary, and yes, Jesus is my son. Indeed, blessed am I among women.
My story is an old one, told and retold from before time
began and once again here today by those women whom I love so well. It is a story of spirit, rather than history,
and its simple and inspiring truth must and will be manifest by the Holy Spirit
rather than by the words of men.
I am a woman, much as the women among you, gifted with the
divine opportunity of forming a partnership with God in providing a mortal
temple for the spirits of his children.
It is a sacred thing, motherhood, whether it concerns the Christ or
anyone of the infinitely precious spirits sent to many of you. Sacred, holy and beautiful beyond
description. For in the pure and
undefiled love a mother for a child, mankind comes closer to approaching the
love of God, than at any other time.
